It’s time! We’ve heard the commercials and purchased the
school supplies. Students, tired of lounging around, want a change of pace. I can
see the summer slipping away. I think I saw brown leaves the other day.
Regardless of whether you or someone you know plans to attend classes in the
fall, September feels like a time for new beginnings. It will require a change
in schedule, habits, and/or mindset. Here’s a little insight on the days to
come:
Friday, August 29, 2014
Lazy Or Not, Here We Go
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Friday, August 22, 2014
Break Every Chain
If Killer’s lose—run! Killer, a dog with brown lion-like fur,
roamed and ruled my childhood community. On most days he stayed chained up in
his backyard, but once in a while we’d hear, “Here comes Killer!” That’s when the dog would race into the
nearby playground and send us scrambling for safety. Staying on the swings was
a mistake. The triple level rocket sliding board became the ultimate safe spot,
if you could reach it. I don’t think Killer ever planned to chase us. His
killer instincts probably kicked in once he saw youngsters scattering,
screaming, and running for higher ground. I never heard about Killer biting anyone,
but I’m not sure about this gang’s attack record:
Judging by the number of videos on the web, lots of people live
with the fear of an animal, a person, or a particular situation. Too often our
fears overshadow our sunniest days, trapping us into thinking they’re
insurmountable. How do you deal with your biggest fears?
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Friday, August 15, 2014
I’d Rather Be…
“Did you kill that?” One of the kids asked me that question
as we drove past a dead bird alongside the road. Geez. You get one bird wedged
in the car vent, almost hit a couple more, and now I’m blamed for every dead
bird in sight. Fair or unfair, that’s how nicknames and reputations develop. Once
they’re established, it can be difficult to change them.
Remember your childhood friends with the wacky nicknames?
What do you call those same friends after you lose touch and spot them in the
mall many years later? Hello Pig! Hi Baa-Baa! Yes, I knew neighborhood kids
with those names, and no, I have no idea how they got them. Here’s what nicknames can do for you:
Sometimes you pick a nickname, and sometimes it picks you. There
might be a big difference between the nickname you get and the nickname you
want. Either way, sharing it lets other people into your world. What nickname best describes how you want people to know you?
Saturday, August 9, 2014
The Weed Problem
I hate them. Why are the least liked things, the things
determined to stick around, the hardest to eliminate? I just weeded the flower
bed. No matter how often you pull weeds up, they seem determined to
return. Why aren’t flowers that
persistent? If you unwittingly yank out flowers—say good-bye—you’ll find
yourself replanting more flowers in the spring. But the weeds? They’re
resilient. Here’s what resilience looks like:
Ignoring weeds simply helps to hide unpleasant things. We
often ignore hard-to-eliminate bad habits, too. Instead of
eradicating them, we talk about eliminating them, end up giving up, and living
with them. Ignoring bad habits leads to
consequences, repercussions, and perhaps reparations. Is it time to turn over a
new leaf? What’s the “weed” in your life, and how will you eliminate it?
Friday, August 1, 2014
A Dream Come True
At least one house in our community has a yard so perfect
that it resembles a scene from the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. I’m mesmerized
whenever I drive by the house. I wonder if the homeowners would feel weird if I
parked to gape at their landscaping. I’m sure the owners have an interesting
story about how they created such a beautiful yard. And yes, I am tempted to
knock on the door and ask. I guess I won’t. But check out the story behind a
different yard:
Now that’s a story! I think I spotted a few flowers mixed in
with the Flower Man’s junk. In another video, he stated that his mother loved
flowers, too and maybe that’s the other story behind his love for flowers. This gentleman pursued his dream and lived
happily ever after. He passed away, perhaps with a smile on his face, in 2013. You
probably have a dream waiting to be cultivated. Maybe it’s a dream for you, for
a relative, or for an entire group of people. What’s the story behind your
dream and how will you make your dream blossom?
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